Breaking Boundaries [onehsot]
Title: Breaking Boundaries
Rating: NC-17
Notes: -
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.
Summary: Teenage crushes are harmless...right?
School age crushes, everyone has them. Senior year made you think that those days had passed for you. You were heading to college soon and away from this uniformed monstrosity you called a school. Eighteen. Mature. You didn't have time to deal with flighty dreams of men you couldn't attain, and the boys you knew probably wouldn't grow up for another couple of years.
You thought all of this, until he came to teach your homeroom class. You thought all of this until he was around you for a few hours each day. You thought all of this until you couldn't contain your feelings halfway through the school year.
The crush you had on this teacher felt new. He was a transfer and told all of you to call him Mr. H, because for the life of you, you couldn't pronounce his last name. The other teachers called him Khun, or affectionately called him 'Buck.' You called him 'perfection.'
Today was another day that you ached for him. He dressed in fitted shirts and jeans every Friday, and you could see every curve of his arms. He had great arms, lean and sinewy. They pulled taught with every time he lifted and waved a book, scrolled his name across a board, or clapped erasers. At times he'd catch other girls in the class looking and simply smiled back, kindly letting them stare without bothering to embarrass them further. You sighed at the thought of being nothing more than that to him. But oh, how you wanted more.
--
"Shit." It was nearly 6:00 P.M. and getting far too cold for your liking. November wasn't a friendly month, but friends not telling you until they were late that they'd be late to pick you up was even colder.
I can be there around 7, or you can just walk over. Sorry.
You were going to study and stay the night, but a neighborhood boy probably had her plans pushed even further. You bastard!
"Sorry, I just walked up. I didn't mean to startle you." You turned around to see 'perfection' standing behind you and cursed yourself for thinking out loud. He now had on a peacoat that covered his arms. At least you wouldn't be too distracted. But then...then there was his face. His eyes were squinting from the cold wind, his mouth was sucking in bits of air tightly and his face was flush, as if he'd just been doing some rigorous activity....as if he'd just....as if he was....
"Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to say th--"
"It's fine. The day is over. I won't write you up when I'm off the clock." He nudges your shoulder and winks. Fuck your life when he winks. Okay, okay, watch your thoughts...act mature.
"Well, I wasn't talking about you, it's just I'm kind of stuck on a ride home and have to walk and my fri--"
"This late? Well, will she mind if I give you a ride? I don't live far, so I don't mind." His eyes are sparkling and he seems sincere.
Shoot me now, you think. The wind whips at you and wakes you up as you think about the chance to get closer to him. How long that wind took to wake you up though...
"I'm sorry. I know I'm a male teacher and there's issues there and well I don't have to--"
"NO, NO IT'S FINE!" Your head is shaking vigorously and you think you look like a confused puppy for a minute, but he just smiles and says "Okay."
--
By the third time you honked outside her house and sent two text messages from his car, she replies.
OMG I'M SOOOOOOOOO SORRY. I FORGOT TO GET YOU. UM, I'LL LEAVE A KEY UNDER THE MAT. JUST LET YOURSELF IN LATER, OKAY?
You sigh. "Some friend I have, huh?" It's late, cold and your stomach is grumbling. He can hear it and looks concerned. You're sitting in his car, not far from his house. Take your chance, take it now.
"Mr. H? You said you live close, right? Do you mind if I can get something to eat? My house is kinda far."
It's silent for far too long. You've suddenly developed cottonmouth and he seems to be mulling over a million thoughts at once. He had gone far enough to give you a ride home, but a ride to his home was an entirely different issue. Saliva saturates your mouth when he quietly answers.
"Okay."
He starts the car and drives about two blocks away before reaching a cul de sac and a small house in the middle. Time is setting a snail's pace as he opens the door for you and enters the house. All the while, from the ride over, to entry into his home, his brows are furrowed. He is thinking intently, but you can't determine what about.
He seems nervous all of a sudden. He makes you a sandwich, but constantly peers over his shoulder to make sure you're there. When you raise, he swiftly hands you the plate. You sit in the kitchen on a stool, only to have him move to the other side of the kitchen. He's crossing his arms and watching you eat.
His eyes are still furrowed and he keeps rubbing at them.
"Thanks but...are you okay?" You are honestly concerned and just want to touch him, to comfort him, but find it stepping the boundaries of what should be a platonic relationship. Either way, you decide to take the first step. What surprises you the most though, is finding him stepping back.
"I'm fine." The two of you are staring at each other now, but there is a heat in his stare. You find out soon that he's angry. "Actually, no. No I'm not. I'm sorry, you have to go." He starts backing away.
"What?"
"LEAVE."
"No. What is wrong? I didn't even do anything and all of--"
"GET THE HELL OUT!" You don't know why he's yelling, but you're annoyed and have a newfound courage and come up to him. There's a challenge in your stance.
He shouldn't have pushed you.
"NO!" You couldn't give a fuck about anything else you felt at that moment, because you wanted him. You wanted him angry, hot and anywhere. A taste of anything. He was too nice, but taking what you wanted has it's price. You grab his head and force your lips against his. Damn your thoughts of crushes. As of right now, this was physical.
You shouldn't have pushed him.
He pushes you hard. You fly off of him and your hands are splayed on the counter behind you as you try to gain some balance, sending the plate and it's bits of food off and crashing to the floor in the process. Both of you are breathing hard, but you aren't scared. In fact, you are even more aroused at his sudden strength.
Fuck.
"I warned you to get out." He looks down at the floor, before lunging back at you, kissing you hard and angry. This unmitigated anger is boiling, raging from him, as he pushes your jacket off.
He curses, over and over, and it sounds like the sweetest melody beside the surge of white noise rushing to your ears as blood begins pumping harder through you. He leaves stoccato kisses and speaks between sentences as he forcefully pulls at other bits of your uniform.
"Why wouldn't you fucking leave. Shit. You don't know how hard...how hard it is to be the nice guy...damn it why wouldn't you leave..."
He pulls off of you and your breasts are now bare. His large eyes are staring down in awe and for a moment you feel self-conscious. What the hell are you doing? You reach up to cover yourself, but he's holding you against the counter and your arms down at your sides.
"Stop it." It's not a request, it's a command and he's turning you over and pushing you against that counter, bending you in half.
"Don't cover yourself." He's holding you down with one arm, oh how you wished you could see it, and rubbing at your panties with the other. Your nipples are painfully tender from before but seethe as they touch the cold granite.
"So wet. So soft...shit." He rips off your underwear, eliciting a scream from you. You're already in a bit of pain from the pressure he's putting on your back but you don't care. This was happening and you just don't care. You wanted him pissed, and hard. Yes, just like that, you think, as you feel him through his jeans.
"You're fucking gorgeous. Don't fucking cover yourself." He lines up and shoves into your delicate, wet heat. You're screaming. He filled you so suddenly and shit, if you'd ever questioned his manhood before, you wouldn't anymore. Then he moved.
"I fucking hate you." He grabs at your ass and spreads you further, making your unsteady panting even louder. "I wanted you, but I couldn't have you..." You're trembling as his angling hits your upper wall over and over. "Fuck it now...I'm having you."
"Oh---oh my God keep going. Please don't stop, I'm so close." He groaned and pushed you further into the counter. You put one hand on the counter and put one arm up for leverage. He pulled you and his back hit the wall. You were spread over his legs and he set his upper back and used his hips to hit up into you. His arms were wrapped around you, just below your breasts as they bounced from the force of him jabbing at you. You reached your forearms up to rub at them as best as you could, but you were so weak, so tired, and wanted to collapse onto him as you began to pull at the dick inside of you.
You came, crying and holding onto him as best you could. He let out a feral groan as he began to finish that last hurdle. A few quick pumps and he was spent, sliding to the ground and still in you. You moved slightly and he winced, pulling out and setting you in his lap.
You turned around and noticed he was calmer now and looked like Mr. H from homeroom again. He must have noticed you staring at him with those wanderous eyes again because he winked. You blushed this time. He blushed back. It looked the same as the initial one he had from earlier, outside of school.
Maybe it hadn't been from the cold. You settled into him, petting his arms and smiled at the thought.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: -
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.
Summary: Teenage crushes are harmless...right?
School age crushes, everyone has them. Senior year made you think that those days had passed for you. You were heading to college soon and away from this uniformed monstrosity you called a school. Eighteen. Mature. You didn't have time to deal with flighty dreams of men you couldn't attain, and the boys you knew probably wouldn't grow up for another couple of years.
You thought all of this, until he came to teach your homeroom class. You thought all of this until he was around you for a few hours each day. You thought all of this until you couldn't contain your feelings halfway through the school year.
The crush you had on this teacher felt new. He was a transfer and told all of you to call him Mr. H, because for the life of you, you couldn't pronounce his last name. The other teachers called him Khun, or affectionately called him 'Buck.' You called him 'perfection.'
Today was another day that you ached for him. He dressed in fitted shirts and jeans every Friday, and you could see every curve of his arms. He had great arms, lean and sinewy. They pulled taught with every time he lifted and waved a book, scrolled his name across a board, or clapped erasers. At times he'd catch other girls in the class looking and simply smiled back, kindly letting them stare without bothering to embarrass them further. You sighed at the thought of being nothing more than that to him. But oh, how you wanted more.
--
"Shit." It was nearly 6:00 P.M. and getting far too cold for your liking. November wasn't a friendly month, but friends not telling you until they were late that they'd be late to pick you up was even colder.
I can be there around 7, or you can just walk over. Sorry.
You were going to study and stay the night, but a neighborhood boy probably had her plans pushed even further. You bastard!
"Sorry, I just walked up. I didn't mean to startle you." You turned around to see 'perfection' standing behind you and cursed yourself for thinking out loud. He now had on a peacoat that covered his arms. At least you wouldn't be too distracted. But then...then there was his face. His eyes were squinting from the cold wind, his mouth was sucking in bits of air tightly and his face was flush, as if he'd just been doing some rigorous activity....as if he'd just....as if he was....
"Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to say th--"
"It's fine. The day is over. I won't write you up when I'm off the clock." He nudges your shoulder and winks. Fuck your life when he winks. Okay, okay, watch your thoughts...act mature.
"Well, I wasn't talking about you, it's just I'm kind of stuck on a ride home and have to walk and my fri--"
"This late? Well, will she mind if I give you a ride? I don't live far, so I don't mind." His eyes are sparkling and he seems sincere.
Shoot me now, you think. The wind whips at you and wakes you up as you think about the chance to get closer to him. How long that wind took to wake you up though...
"I'm sorry. I know I'm a male teacher and there's issues there and well I don't have to--"
"NO, NO IT'S FINE!" Your head is shaking vigorously and you think you look like a confused puppy for a minute, but he just smiles and says "Okay."
--
By the third time you honked outside her house and sent two text messages from his car, she replies.
OMG I'M SOOOOOOOOO SORRY. I FORGOT TO GET YOU. UM, I'LL LEAVE A KEY UNDER THE MAT. JUST LET YOURSELF IN LATER, OKAY?
You sigh. "Some friend I have, huh?" It's late, cold and your stomach is grumbling. He can hear it and looks concerned. You're sitting in his car, not far from his house. Take your chance, take it now.
"Mr. H? You said you live close, right? Do you mind if I can get something to eat? My house is kinda far."
It's silent for far too long. You've suddenly developed cottonmouth and he seems to be mulling over a million thoughts at once. He had gone far enough to give you a ride home, but a ride to his home was an entirely different issue. Saliva saturates your mouth when he quietly answers.
"Okay."
He starts the car and drives about two blocks away before reaching a cul de sac and a small house in the middle. Time is setting a snail's pace as he opens the door for you and enters the house. All the while, from the ride over, to entry into his home, his brows are furrowed. He is thinking intently, but you can't determine what about.
He seems nervous all of a sudden. He makes you a sandwich, but constantly peers over his shoulder to make sure you're there. When you raise, he swiftly hands you the plate. You sit in the kitchen on a stool, only to have him move to the other side of the kitchen. He's crossing his arms and watching you eat.
His eyes are still furrowed and he keeps rubbing at them.
"Thanks but...are you okay?" You are honestly concerned and just want to touch him, to comfort him, but find it stepping the boundaries of what should be a platonic relationship. Either way, you decide to take the first step. What surprises you the most though, is finding him stepping back.
"I'm fine." The two of you are staring at each other now, but there is a heat in his stare. You find out soon that he's angry. "Actually, no. No I'm not. I'm sorry, you have to go." He starts backing away.
"What?"
"LEAVE."
"No. What is wrong? I didn't even do anything and all of--"
"GET THE HELL OUT!" You don't know why he's yelling, but you're annoyed and have a newfound courage and come up to him. There's a challenge in your stance.
He shouldn't have pushed you.
"NO!" You couldn't give a fuck about anything else you felt at that moment, because you wanted him. You wanted him angry, hot and anywhere. A taste of anything. He was too nice, but taking what you wanted has it's price. You grab his head and force your lips against his. Damn your thoughts of crushes. As of right now, this was physical.
You shouldn't have pushed him.
He pushes you hard. You fly off of him and your hands are splayed on the counter behind you as you try to gain some balance, sending the plate and it's bits of food off and crashing to the floor in the process. Both of you are breathing hard, but you aren't scared. In fact, you are even more aroused at his sudden strength.
Fuck.
"I warned you to get out." He looks down at the floor, before lunging back at you, kissing you hard and angry. This unmitigated anger is boiling, raging from him, as he pushes your jacket off.
He curses, over and over, and it sounds like the sweetest melody beside the surge of white noise rushing to your ears as blood begins pumping harder through you. He leaves stoccato kisses and speaks between sentences as he forcefully pulls at other bits of your uniform.
"Why wouldn't you fucking leave. Shit. You don't know how hard...how hard it is to be the nice guy...damn it why wouldn't you leave..."
He pulls off of you and your breasts are now bare. His large eyes are staring down in awe and for a moment you feel self-conscious. What the hell are you doing? You reach up to cover yourself, but he's holding you against the counter and your arms down at your sides.
"Stop it." It's not a request, it's a command and he's turning you over and pushing you against that counter, bending you in half.
"Don't cover yourself." He's holding you down with one arm, oh how you wished you could see it, and rubbing at your panties with the other. Your nipples are painfully tender from before but seethe as they touch the cold granite.
"So wet. So soft...shit." He rips off your underwear, eliciting a scream from you. You're already in a bit of pain from the pressure he's putting on your back but you don't care. This was happening and you just don't care. You wanted him pissed, and hard. Yes, just like that, you think, as you feel him through his jeans.
"You're fucking gorgeous. Don't fucking cover yourself." He lines up and shoves into your delicate, wet heat. You're screaming. He filled you so suddenly and shit, if you'd ever questioned his manhood before, you wouldn't anymore. Then he moved.
"I fucking hate you." He grabs at your ass and spreads you further, making your unsteady panting even louder. "I wanted you, but I couldn't have you..." You're trembling as his angling hits your upper wall over and over. "Fuck it now...I'm having you."
"Oh---oh my God keep going. Please don't stop, I'm so close." He groaned and pushed you further into the counter. You put one hand on the counter and put one arm up for leverage. He pulled you and his back hit the wall. You were spread over his legs and he set his upper back and used his hips to hit up into you. His arms were wrapped around you, just below your breasts as they bounced from the force of him jabbing at you. You reached your forearms up to rub at them as best as you could, but you were so weak, so tired, and wanted to collapse onto him as you began to pull at the dick inside of you.
You came, crying and holding onto him as best you could. He let out a feral groan as he began to finish that last hurdle. A few quick pumps and he was spent, sliding to the ground and still in you. You moved slightly and he winced, pulling out and setting you in his lap.
You turned around and noticed he was calmer now and looked like Mr. H from homeroom again. He must have noticed you staring at him with those wanderous eyes again because he winked. You blushed this time. He blushed back. It looked the same as the initial one he had from earlier, outside of school.
Maybe it hadn't been from the cold. You settled into him, petting his arms and smiled at the thought.